i’m not suicidal.
“I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. “I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.” — Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland Chapter 2, The Pool of Tears ———————— Lower the drawbridge and fill the moat with tears. It’s the time again to prepare for a war that’s not coming. It started with a good day — a bright sunny sky with a cool breeze that made it awesome for an outdoor stroll. Checking one more time in the mirror before putting on a great pair of kicks, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed. Oh, how startling it was; it triggered a pang of sadness and fear. That’s where it began. Call a guard up here and get ready with the defences. Take a pill and calm down; but no, it’s too hard to swallow. Don’t take a pill, get better instead. The walls are all up now, the dark clouds looming will eventually go away. Will they? The
